Supernatural Gif Novels & Stories

Clara drank the water and said “Thank You, Ethan. Why do you ask such a question?” Ethan replied calmly "I was reading a novel where the male protagonist is a supernatural creature so I wondered if it happens in reality too.” Clara laughed and said “Don’t be silly Ethan. It’s just fiction. No such thing exists apart from human here." Clara got worried about Ethan’s question. She knew she has to tell Ethan his truth on his 17th birthday but she still hasn’t figured out how to explain it to Ethan. To know Ethan’s view she asked him “What do you think of supernatural creatures?”. Ethan looked at her Mom and said “I think it is pretty cool. Superpowers are something we all need. If I had superpo

As soon as she finished, they knew what species was she talking about. “You already know that the first one is a wolf,” Azraiel started telling her about the supernaturals. “The second one is Vampire, it’s the only supernatural that has red eyes even in human form and fangs at the same time.” He glanced at Ayleen for a second and then moved his eyes back to her. “The third could be a witch since it’s the most possible one out of the three species that have purple eyes and the fourth sounds like an elf.” “I thought there were only three…” Charlotte’s voice trails as she is unable to finish the sentence, feeling equally frustrated and scared.

Power crackled through the air, visible to my enhanced senses as silver threads that connected her to the very foundation of our territory's protections. The inscriptions began to glow with a soft, ethereal light that I knew only I and Stephan could see but even at that I knew that every supernatural here could feel the shift in the atmosphere. Only nine supernaturals in the world can recite these spells and without another's company, but this seemingly human girl casually recited them, drawing a reaction from them. How is this even possible?

His eyes were bright with excitement. This wasn't the broken man I'd left. This was Blake in his element. Political theater. Playing on people's fears for personal gain. "For years, certain individuals with... unnatural abilities have hidden in our communities. They look like us. They live among us. But they are not us." My blood went cold. He was really doing it. Exposing the supernatural world. "These creatures have superhuman strength. They can change their appearance. They hunt in packs like wild animals. And they have been responsible for numerous disappearances and deaths across the country."

“But these aren't your typical meditation exercises.” I positioned Aria in the center of the room, careful to avoid Victor's increasingly complex array of supernatural monitoring equipment. Kane stood guard at the perimeter, his Alpha energy creating a protective barrier that would let us work without interference. “First lesson,” I began, “supernatural fear isn't like normal fear. It has texture. Frequency. Its own magical signature.” Aria raised an eyebrow. Classic her. “Texture?” “Close your eyes. Don't just feel the energy — taste it. Smell it. Let it tell you its story.”

Our chatter was interrupted when Daine had finally decided to grace us with his presence. He looked extremely rough, his braided hair was in disarray, the tunic he wore was hanging off his shoulders, showing his mark. His bright eyes were now grey, lifeless. We continued to pressure him on why he looked this way. Supernaturals do not get hungover as humans do. They always had a fast metabolism and ways to ward off simple sicknesses.

Zoe I blink my eyes as the door closes behind me. All I see is complete darkness. However, my sense of smell is perfectly fine. A cough escapes my lips when the scent of ash and smoke permeate my senses. My eyes burn and itch painfully, and my throat is dry. “Hello,” I whisper softly. Who knows what's hiding in the darkness. “Bree... Lana...” I call out again. But there's no response. All I hear is the echo of my own voice. Taking a few steps, I extend my hand in front of me and start walking. It's a bit unnerving because it's so dark. Then I remember something Azazel said about supernatural eyes. He said that Supernaturals could see better than humans. So I close my eye tightly, willing the

Now that I had a magical crystal, I could use the lights easier, and I didn’t have to worry about anyone coming in. I relaxed into the seat. My eyes felt heavy as I thought more about it. It felt a lot like I had barely slept at all between the headaches and all the stuff with Dagon. I shook my head and opened the small tablet that Yvonne was letting me borrow until Dagon could get me one and navigated to the orientation page of the supernatural curriculum. The crest of the Supernatural Council appeared, and as I stared at it, I got a blinding headache. My head pounded. It was like a spike had been driven into my head, but I saw the shadowed face of a man. I heard him panting.

"Finis appropinquat. Venimus. Communitas supernaturarum transgressorum." 'The end is near. We are coming. Community of the rogue supernaturals'. Fuck me!

I said, and he squinted his eyebrows. “What? This doesn`t make sense. How my parents being human summarized what the fuck happened to me, and why I woke up here in the middle of this clearing.” He said, and I took a deep breath. “Let me explain something not many know…” I sighed. “A couple of supernaturals most likely will have supernatural offspring, but in rare cases, they just get human offspring,” I said, and he squinted his eyebrows. “We call them recessive supernaturals,” I explained.